> Egg, toast, and a glass of applejuice; these are the prime ingredients to make the perfect little breakfast.
> But Twilight Sparkle accidentally added another ingredient to the mixture;
> A SALAD.
> Thus, the horrifying breakfast was born! The ugly sight of the vegetables set aside will conquer EVIL! Wait, what?
> Your eyes glare boringly into the lettuce and tomatoes, piercing through what essence it has left of a soul.
Twilight Sparkle, mind coming here? We need to discuss something.
> She clambers from across the kitchen, returning to the disaster site that is your morning meal; as you sit hunched over the table, you’re literally inches away from the salad, debating as to what way is best to obliterate the disturbing sight.
> She’s trying to understand why you’re initiating a staring contest with a tomato slice, which is seemingly putting up a decent fight.
> Twi: “You can call me just Twilight, you know! What’s wrong, don’t you like your food?”
> That tomato slice, you swear you can hear it speaking now; it’s making lewd references to sexual acts with you mother.
> It will pay dearly for that.
I don’t like salads, especially for breakfast. I never have, and never will.
> Twi: “You should still eat it, it’s healthy for you!”
There’s not even ranch dressing to make it bearable!
> Twi: “What’s, uh… ranch dressing?”
> Twilight looks thoughtfully to the non-visible sky, trying to remember if there is such a thing; coming only to a blank thought, she returns to your attention.
It’s a godsend combatant to the evils that are salads, that despite my intense training in the arts of magic, I have yet to be able to recreate such a wondrous delicacy.
> Twi: “Well, it’s just some lettuce and vegetables, why not try to bear with it?”
No, I refuse!
> You dig into the plate, ignoring the bowl entirely as you savor the holy taste of eggs.
> It’s thankful enough that you get to enjoy the eggs, which you would have thought to be a crime against ponies in general.
> Again, you can’t complain.
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> After a few minutes of energetically devouring the meal, perhaps the best you’ve had in over a year, you lean back in your chair and give a glorious belch.
> Twilight, whose only meal consisted of her own salad, watches you with a slight twinge of disgust.
>Twi: “You’re not exactly the most conventional teacher, are you?”
Hey, this part of my life is strictly personal; when it comes to teaching, I’m a professional and a boss. Just let me enjoy myself, and we’ll get along just fine.
> Twi: “You still haven’t eaten your salad.”
I won’t be eating this salad. I do not like green lettuce and tomatoes, Ms. Twilight Sparkle, I’d soon rather eat some liquid charcoal!
> You set the Dr. Seuss rhymes aside as Twilight watches you with a face of… is that anticipation?
> Oh boy, here we go.
> Twi: “You will eat that salad, or else.”
I’m the teacher, you know! You can’t make me eat what I don’t want!
> Twi: “You just said that you’re not the teacher until you teach, idiot!”
Don’t call me an idiot, idiot!
> Twi: “Don’t call ME an idiot, idiot!”
> She uses the most basic spells, simple kinesis, to lift the bowl up and press it in your face.
> Twi: “Eat it.”
No, it’s poisonous to humans.
> She falters a bit at this, not entirely sure if you’re blatantly lying or not; that is, until you brandish a shit-eating grin.
> Twi: “That’s a lie, now eat it!”
> She presses the bowl against your cheek, irritating you within half a second; she’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure.
> You raise a hand and force it away with your own basic spell, although as a human it’s not nearly as powerful;
> It’s the flaw of you being a human sorcerer of sorts; you might know all the worthy stuff, but unicorns have basic powers that you can only mimic.
> You’re using hundreds of tiny pinpoint air spells across the bowl itself to move it away from you, the minuscule points in the direction you want it away being on a lesser scale.
> Essentially, you’re turning it into a magical hovercraft, which doesn’t please Twilight a bit.
> She ups the ante, and it slams into your face, your hand unable to make the quick calculations to counter it fast enough.
> The force is enough to knock both you and the chair entirely over, curses flying out of your mouth as you crash onto the floor.
> Twilight’s face is livid at the sight, shocked at this turn of events.
> Twi: “I’m so sorry, Anon! I figured you would be able to stop it because, y’know…”
> Guess what? You’re mad, brah, and it doesn’t take much to settle the score.
Oh, yeah, want a food fight? You got yourself a food fight!
> Twi: “Anon, no-!”
> Level 1 Spell, Air Element- sphere style;
> You fling it onto the table, dishes and food flying everywhere; Twilight takes cover under the table as the spell sails into the chair, flinging it wildly into a wall.
> Twi: “Anon, stop! Forget the salad, just don’t tear my kitchen apart!”
> You’re heaving now, trying to calm yourself down; no one fucking makes you eat a salad, ever.
> Standing upright, you survey the scene that you just created; plates are destroyed on the floor, food everywhere, and a single battered chair, but otherwise it’s reparable.
> Perhaps… tossing an air spell was a bit rude, considering she’s technically your employer.
Alright, that was wrong of me; I’ll sweep up the mess. Watch where you step.
> Spike: “Hey guys, what’s going- wow!”
> Spike, having been elsewhere, heard the noise and is just making it to the crime scene. You feel slightly guiltier now.
> He has a smirk that could suggest anything at this point.
> Spike: “First lover’s quarrel, eh?”
> You stop yourself from adding any more damage, and it appears Twilight is showing the same level of restraint.
We’re not quarreling-
> Twi: “We’re not lovers-“
Eh?
> Twi: “What?! Idiot!”
Why are you calling me an idiot again, for?
> Twi: “Because you’re an idiot!”
Well, this idiot is teaching an idiot, now where’s the broom!
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> A swell fifteen minutes later, you clean up the mess you committed; with a scoff at the fact it even happened, you venture into the room where Twilight is waiting for you to begin today’s lesson.
Alright, let’s pretend that whole thing never happened.
> Twi: “Agreed.”
Alright then, the first thing we shall be working on is transformation.
> Twilight’s face is painted over with that of utter confusion, considering that the focus of study appears to be randomly chosen.
> Twi: “Why would you want to focus on that, on all things? I think it would make more logical to focus on basic elemental spells, wouldn’t you say?”
Twilight, who’s the teacher here?
> Twi: “Well, uh… you, I suppose.”
That’s right, me, and I feel that it’s best to simply stick to what I say, fair enough?
> She doesn’t know how to explain herself that what you said was both a bit conceited and entirely arrogant, and opts instead to simply agree for the time being.
> Twi: “Alright, you’re the teacher, Anon. Any reason you want me to practice transformation of all things?”
Transformation is an intermediate category of spells; if you learn this, elemental magic will be a breeze, and it will be a virtuous stepping stone to learning the wonders that is mystical magic.
> Twi: “And you claim you can do all of this?”
Claim? Sweetheart, you’re apparently in the rough part of the country if you haven’t heard the news, but you have one of the top ten highest ranked magic users in Equestria, stacked up near Celestia and the late Greybeard, chilling in your living room.
> Twi: “And you can prove this?”
I don’t need to prove you anything.
> She’s thrown off by this rather cold remark; she was simply fishing for a chance to see you display some awesome spell, but you don’t enjoy the idea of having to commit to another’s whim just to gain their respect.
> Twi: “I’m… I’m sorry, it’s just I can’t wait to see your magic skill is all.”
Oh hell, now you plan to flatter me into doing it, nice!
> She hops out from her chair as she watches you place your hands on your head, dissolving your body into a gelatin like form.
> This is a rather difficult spell, and a dangerous one at that; Self-Transformation, the ability to shapeshift into any object, inanimate or no.
> It’s difficult because you have to understand the chemical makeup of what you wish to turn into, and it’s dangerous because if you mess up or turn into something that disallows you to return yourself, you’re either going to die from asphyxiation (they warn you never to turn into a rock) or be stuck as a non-magic user until someone cancels out the spell.
> You prefer neither to happen, and so you begin the calculations of the species you form into; the translucent blob that is your body slops around, taking vague form.
> Twi: “Anon, are you alright?!”
Jusb… finebluhh.
> It’s difficult to speak when you’re a massive pile of sludge, alright? You focus on the frame of the being you’re changing into, the skeletal system developing as organs take shape once more.
> It’s a somewhat grisly sight to witness the first time, but your nonexistent eyes are closed as you project skin onto your new self; hair grows, eyes form, and soon the final product is finished-
> Congratulations! Twilight Sparkle has a long lost twin sister, and it appears that the original is distraught in shock over it.
> Twi: “Oh my Celestia, you’re me!”
Oh my Nayru, I can’t feel a penis anywhere, what is this horror?!
> You’re half tempted to morph once again, creating a male version of Twilight, but you feel that it may scar her for life; a purple vagina, awkward as it is, will have to do.
> You chuckle at the fact your voice sounds completely girly and higher pitched, and… what’s this? You have this awkward itch on the inner thigh of one of your back legs.
> You fumble around, trying to get used to being a mare, and plopping your flank on the floor, Twilight watches as you desperately try to scratch the spot that is annoying you so much.
> Twi: “Anon, are you alright?”
Yes, fucking itch right there. Anyhow!
> She must be amused at seeing a mirror copy of her standing close by, speaking vulgarly and acting like a dog; laugh it up, why don’t you.
Now that I’ve shown you that I can turn into a pony, now it is your turn to transform into…
> Your smile must disturb her; to see her own face widen into a crooked grin must give a sign of foreboding.
A human!
> Twi: “What?! I can’t just clap my hooves together and do what you did! That must’ve taken months, years to master!”
About seven hours, over two days.
> Silence enshrouds the entire room; even when Spike enters from finishing up a chore, it’s entirely quiet as he ogles the two Twilight.
> Spike: “Uh… is that a changeling?”
No, but ironically enough that is where this sort of magic was originally learned; changelings are born with the ability to transfigure themselves almost instantly, and it’s taken centuries to learn how to do the same.
> Spike: “Anon? You turned into Twilight, haha! Niiiiice!”
> You lift a hoof to get props from the dragon, who finishes the dragon-pony makeshift version of the high five.
> Twi: “Hellooo~! Anon, you couldn’t be serious when you said you learned this in two days-“
Not learned- mastered. I was able to do it, with the assistance of a friendly teacher at first, after a couple short hours. I eventually managed to do it on my own without help, and since then it’s nothing but a breeze. In this lesson, you will allow me to show a special spell I learned, and help show you how to learn self-transformation.
> You join her side as she steps down from her chair, both of you admiring each other; she’s approving how detailed you were in mimicking her, and you’re appreciating how difficult it must be to be so short.
> Twi: “That’s a pretty awesome job you did, you look just like me!”
Yeah, but it really stinks to hang this low to the ground; do you ever try walking on just two legs?
> Welp, it appears you’ve offended her, joy! The glower she’s giving at such close proximity is proof enough to that.
> Twi: “What’s wrong with being short? You’re just super tall! And only idiots would want to stand on two feet, you know.”
Again, you bring up that insensible word once more. I’m trying to be objective here; mind trying to be a bit friendlier on these things, and let me apologize when I offend?
> It’s as if she expects you to squabble with her over each little thing because she is making false claims to your stupidity; the fact you called her out on it seems to have left some sort of mark.
> Perhaps she’s accustomed so much with being called such names, and that it’s a common way for her to express her anger? Her silence only continues the enigma at hand.
Twilight… do you think you’re an idiot?
> Twi: “Bwuh, what?! No, of course not! I’m a smart…”
> Her words lose grip to the point she’s trying to prove, her mind searching for evidence to supply her with concrete satisfaction-
> But she’s suddenly at a loss for words. Her eyes search the ground, as if an answer lies on the carpet, and she does her best to cover the whole revealed flaw as if this was a trivial matter. You won’t be allowing that.
> Twi: “Look, it’s just I-“
> She stops, realizing that her doppelganger has a hoof on her shoulder, your head shaking in disappointment.
Twilight, you’re a fucking genius, and I am here as testimony to proof it, one spell at a time. You’re not an idiot, and to call someone an idiot makes you just as petty as the ones who termed you so. Now, are you an idiot?
> Twi: “Yes. Wait, I said that wrong!”
Yes you did, take two- are you an idiot!
> Twi: “No, and I will prove anyone who believes otherwise wrong.”
Atta mare, now! Let me show you this handy little teaching spell I learned.
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> Twilight is now facing ‘herself’, the other being you of course, in a position that could resemble that of looking into a mirror; that is to say, the two of you are facing each other directly, with Spike observing from the side.
> Spike: “I think something cool is about to happen, isn’t it?”
Ohhhh yeah. Either Twilight turns into a human, or she dies, one of the two.
> Twi: “Ahahhahahah, you’re joking, right?”
Nah, if you don’t follow my exact instructions, you could easily suffocate yourself, and Celestia forbid I have a heart attack while I reverse the spell, you could very well suffer a misfortunate event.
> She gulps in a couple swigs of anxiety, and you swoop in the comfort before she gets cold hooves.
Yes, I was joking; this is dangerous to learn alone, but so long as you have me here, you have nothing to be afraid of, alright?
> Twi: “… Promise?”
Absolutely, I assure it with the use of my mental guidance spell. Now, lower your horn with mine, and focus on as little as possible.
> She doesn’t seem at all certain of your confidence, but she obliges and descends her horn, connecting it with your own.
> You focus the spell, one of the higher mystical ones; you use it to fuse parts of your mind with her own, connected via constant magic flowing through your horns.
(Can you hear me?)
> Twi: “(Yes, but… how?)”
This allows me to guide you internally with each step of the process, and like before I can help correct any minor mistakes you make.
> Twi: “(This kind of feel like an invasion of privacy…)”
(Alright, talking via telepathy, fair enough. Don’t worry, as long as you don’t force the connection apart you’ll be fine. Oh, oh wow.)
> Twi: “(What is it?)”
(Those are some good memories you got here, you are definitely a healthy mare!)
> You’re just messing with her, of course, but she’s flipping the heck out in response.
> Twi: “(Anon! Don’t be looking inside my head, those are… private times…!)”
I can’t really do that, Twilight, this isn’t the right spell for mind intrusion, just thought sharing.
> Spike snickers at what appears to be a one-sided conversation, guessing as to what you’re saying’s meaning.
(Alright, now relax, let’s make it light up in here.)
> The mental image you share with her forms out of the darkness of your minds, and soon you see yourself, in human form no less, along with a Twilight Sparkle glancing about.
> Twi: “(This… is…?)”
(Our minds meeting together; this is where I can teach you the magic you crave so much, and in a time limit that will astound the world.)
> Twi: “(Wow, crafty. Now what?)”
(Focus, relax, and pretend as if this is your mind when you are casting a spell. I’m going to run things through your mind, and you need to mimic them precisely as possible. I can see what you think and create through here, so I can help fix anything you do wrong.)
> Twi: “(This sounds difficult.)”
(It is, it will take a while too, but that’s what learning is all about; now, repeat after me.)
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> This continues for an hour or so, as you help Twilight memorize and cast the first phase of the transformation spell before you revert her back to unicorn form.
> The farthest she’s gotten before she panics is the goo stage; the sudden lack of mouth causes her to become alarmed and forces you to take over the procedure.
> After spending a fair amount of time repeating it over and over, she finally gives in and asks for a break. The connection is severed and the two of you finally leave the cramping meditative state.
> Twi: “I’m tired, Anon, this stuff takes a lot out of you.”
Perhaps if you eat more than just a flimsy salad, you wouldn’t tucker out so easily!
> Twi: “Ponies are herbivores, we eat salads! That’s all we eat; vegetables, flowers, and for some forsaken reason cake!”
Perhaps you should increase your sugar intake, then? Unless you mean to tell me you’re diabetic, or something?
> Twi: “What is this diabetic? I hope I don’t have it…”
If you don’t know what it is, there’s a noble chance you don’t have it.
> She looks at you apprehensively, the face of hers making you nervous; considering that Spike has lost interest in two Twilights prodding horns at each other, the two of you have been alone for the most part.
> You know what? Screw this, enough being a purple horse. You close your eyes and melt away, forming upright back into your usual self, clothes and all thankfully.
> You enjoy having a penis, and not being naked; it’s only natural, right?
> Twi: “You make it look so easy, and safe.”
It’s like riding a rocket; yes, it’s dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing, but once you master it, it doesn’t bother you a bit.
> Twi: “Nice analogy, mind explaining what a ‘rocket’ is?”
Replace ‘rocket’ with ‘a hydra’.
> Twi: “Oooo! Gotcha.”
Anyways, take your break, I’m gonna sit here and relax; you’re right in saying that training’s no easy task.
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> You find yourself a nice book to skim through as Twilight takes her deserved break, when she suddenly gains a visitor from what you can only hope to be one of her friends; yet another unicorn, this one appears to be fabricated entirely of sophistication itself.
> With a violet mane, off-white fur and an attitude that could make the Pope cringe, you already have the slightest of hunches that you will not find this particular mare on your “popular” list;
> It takes no more than two minutes to confirm this with certainty.
> “Oh Twilight, you’ve gotten yourself a new pet! I would totally understand, considering your unfortunate event at the academy.”
> Look, you may have been playing with water from a glass while you were enjoying this splendid book; Twilight has so bloody many, that you would be more than happy to point out that she’s a complete book worm.
> It is to your regret that you would like to mention that the water sphere you had dancing in your hand flopped to the floor when you heard this pony say such an outrageous thing.
> Twi: “Uh, Rarity, he’s not a-“
> Rarity: “Ugh, look what he did, making such an awful mess! You must remember to always give a small punishment when they do this; I remember when I was breaking in Opalescence, you just need to run their noses in it-“
You try doing that, and I will set you on fire. I am not even kidding.
> Her face goes even more pale than you should find possible, her words suddenly at a lost; she must not get offered to be immolated for being a complete snot often.
> Rarity: “What did you say?! How rude! A pet should never talk that way to its owner’s friend!”
>Twi: “Rarity, he’s my friend and teacher; I told you about him, he’s a human that’s here to help train me with magic.”
> Rarity: “Well, I do say he’s rather rough with his words, does this brute really know any magic?”
Rarity, a pleasure to meet you, my name is Anon. Have you ever heard of the coined phrase, ‘bite off more than you can chew’?
> You’re blowing off the insults she’s laying on you like a stack of bricks, paying her a small daily lesson in kind.
Rarity: “I do not, human, and it sounds a bit to quaint for me to care for-“
It means when you do something more than you should have, and as a result it backfires on you. I state it in the more literal sense by saying that, if you keep treating me like I’m some dog, I’m going to bite one of your ears off and see if I can chew it.
> Now THAT shut her up; even Twilight had no words to defend either of you, and this Rarity fellow is left to pick up her own words.
> Rarity: “I… I don’t know what to say! You’re a very rude human, you know!”
Again, it’s Anon; I’d like to point out that I don’t call you a “marshmallow pony”. It’s also a bit hypocritical to call me rude when the first words out of your mouth were filled to the brim with prejudice and ignorance. Me, a pet? Really? Learn to accept other races as equals, missie, and then perhaps we can talk. Until then, I bid you adieu and return to this book.
> She’s just mindblown at this little monologue as you pull out the watery mess you made out of the floor and couch, and place it back into the glass; this is an incredible read on dragons, simply fascinating!
> It takes a decent moment for Twilight to step in to console Rarity, who’s having a life changing moment of sorts; you definitely smell dramatic arrogance just dripping off of her.
> Twi: “He’s right, Rarity; he’s not some pet or creature you ‘train’, he’s just as much an equal as anyp0ny else here.”
> Rarity: “Well, I didn’t mean to offend, it’s just-“
> Twi: “You didn’t mean to, but you certainly did it, and you should apologize.”
> Rarity: “B-but! Ugh! He should apologize too, and first no less!”
Sweetheart, forgive me, but I think the “was more of an asshole” award is entitled to you, feel free to claim it anytime.
> At this Rarity huffs into a passionate fit, opening the door with her magic and leaving with quite the theatrical exit.
> Twi: “Anon!”
Twilight Sparkle. You do understand this is why I had to leave the institute, correct?
> Twi: “I understand what she said was terrible and conceited, but the way you responded to her was entirely called for!”
Hey, I was polite to her when she was; if she can only view me as nothing more than some mindless ape, then I cannot hold much respect for her. Until she changes her perspective on things, there’s no point in apologizing to each other.
> Twilight’s eyes roll at this, as if this is the most blown out of proportion thing that’s happened to her life.
> You grit your teeth at this, your mind seething at her ignorance.
Look, you might not think it’s a problem, but I had to deal with ponies that treat me like that EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. When you’re bluntly told that you’re nothing more than an inferior creature whose life’s purpose is to serve them, it’s terrible. Stop trying to put it aside that this is just a small manner, because ponies everywhere treat me like this. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised a bit if you thought the same thing.
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> Bam, you just said it; a canister of gasoline tossed to an open fire, ready to explode in a cloud of fiery hell and shrapnel.
> Yet out of all the reactions you managed to fish out of her, Twilight gives the most surprising one; she begins to cry.
> Alright, so maybe not the most surprising considering her constant depressive state, but you were half hoping she’d blow some steam off.
Hey, hey… I didn’t mean to sound so ticked.
> Good mercy, she’s letting the waterworks really go; you’re actually starting to worry about her suffering dehydration now.
> She plops on the floor and begins to sob wildly, her tears acting like miniature hand grenades as they’re lob everywhere.
> Twi: “I bw-know dat yoob have been prejudice agunst und I nobe that joo’re hulpin muh, auhm so sawwy…! *sob*”
> Perhaps this is something a bit more than you realize; she’s probably been taking the whole failure thing pretty hard.
Hey, c’mere.
> You scoop her up and swing the door close, chilling with her on the couch; don’t get any dirty thoughts here, mind you, this is strictly out of kindness and caring for your student.
> There goes your pants being dry, her endless supply of tears makes it looked like you dynamically pissed your pants, as you try to ignore this unsettling event.
> You run your hand down her mane, unsure as to whether or not the “cat treatment” will be effective, but you try nonetheless. You give her kudos for using some sort of high quality conditioner, because it’s rather sleek and shimmering up close.
Twilight, I understand you’re upset, but there’s no need to go that far. As long as you understand, and you respect me, I’ll be happy to teach you.
> Twi: “Stoopid Rawity! Sheese aw-ways beun a munny butt to uthaers!”
> You break out in a howling laughter at this random outburst, putting her entirely off by surprise.
> Twi: “Whaaaat?!”
Hahahaha! I’m sorry, it’s just… money-butt… awh, man, that was great. Feeling a bit better?
> Twi: “Ugh, yeah… my stomach is hurting me though…”
Eh, uh huh…
> You inconspicuously and innocently switch from stroking her mane to her side, to which she responses in a groan of relaxation.
> Twi: “Mmm… thank you, that feels a lot better.”
> It takes a good solid minute of this before a snowballing thought occurs in your head;
> Wait. Wait a minute.
Oh, shit, I’m harassing a student, FUCK!
> You launch her onto the other side of the couch as you leap over the table, your hands around your head as you flip your lid.
> You remember those stories you read in the news back then, of what happens to the teachers who fraternize with their students; you don’t want to go to the moon, you didn’t mean to do anything wrong!
> You’re not a fucking pony pervert, you SWEAR!
> You’re hunched over, sitting on your knees, and in a very dignified position to beg for forgiveness.
Twilight, forgive me! I will do as you command, just don’t tell anyone what I just did!
> Twi: “Eh?! You just rubbed my stomach, Anon; it was hurting, and I can’t reach my sides like that.”
Still, a teacher is not supposed to be in such close proximity of contact, and what I did, even if it helped you, is wrong. I’ll do better next time!
> Twi: “You idiot, quit thinking so professionally! What you did is fine, and I’m thankful for it!”
Don’t call me an idiot, idiot!
> Twi: “Don’t call me an idiot, stupid idiot!”
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> It takes another hour before you calm down, and Twilight ready to speak to you again; for whatever reason, the two of you have quite the estranged relationship!
> Twi: “Are you done being an idiot?”
Are you done calling me an idiot?
> Twi: “Yes.”
Alright, then, let me turn back into you, it’s a bit easier to use the assist spell with a horn than my hands.
> She holsters no complaints as you let fly the spell once again, saying goodbye to your penis and deep voice.
Twilight, do you trust me?
> Twi: “Trust you to do what?”
I mean put faith in me in general! The guy is supposed to say ‘do you trust me?’, and the mare says ‘of course!’, and then they do something preposterous that turns out perfectly fine.
> Twilight giggles at the corny moment you forced upon her.
> Twi: “But you’re a mare right now~!”
Ugh, that’s beside the point! If I promised that I could guarantee you transforming successfully, would you trust me to show you how?
> It might be a bit mocking to have her own face give her a face of determination, but you hold the gaze upon her all the same. Her mind must be working together all sorts of option-weighing, and it takes a fair amount of time before she answers.
> Twi: “Do you promise that if I trust you, I’ll be safe?”
I bet my life on it. You need to get past your fears, and I’ll help you do it.
> Twi: “Tch… alright, but only because you’re here with me.”
> You give a gesture similar to that of fervor, and with the connection of the horns once more, you create the numinous connection between the two of you.
(Here we go, begin part one; say out loud each step.)
> Twi: “(Self-Transformation, part one: liquidfy; imagine the general shape you wish to turn into while forming into a gel like state.)”
(Good, just remember that there are three parts in this; what are they?)
> Twi: (Uhm, chemical breakdown into a carbon based gelatin-)
(That’s the second step, Twilight, what’s the first?)
> Twi: “(Curses, I forgot the first; magical envisionment of the target objective.)”
(And what are you trying to become?)
> Twi: “(A human, although it doesn’t help that I don’t know what a female version looks like…)”
(Don’t worry, I’ll supply the final details through here once we get to the final stage; just try to remember the general shape, and I’ll fill in the blanks.)
> Twi: “(Alright, here it goes…)”
> She begins the spell as she focuses intently on the bipedal creature you originally were, her mind observing the features she sees of you in the fusion of your minds.
> She begins to glob into the slime form; although not exactly perfect, it’s close enough that it will work even so.
(What’s the third step?)
> Twi: “(To relax and begin the process of forming tangible features.)
(Good, now just relax and hold your breath, I’m going to course correct you each step here; listen to everything I say now.)
> Twi: “(Alright.)”
> She takes her last breath as she becomes the oozy Twilight Sparkle that she’s pulled off several times before, but was too frightened to continue afterwards; with your own magic at work, you course it through her to finish the spell.
(The final steps for this are to focus on becoming bipedal, as seen. Continue to relax.)
> She does so, ignoring the fact she doesn’t have much choice; her horn now gone, she’s nothing more than a ball of gel with a string of magic connecting to your feverishly working horn.
> Twi: “(Anon, I’m scared…)”
(Don’t worry, this is the easy part. Up you go!)
> Her gelatin entity begins to gain mass, heightening as you continue the work.
(Always focus on organs and the skeletal system first, unless you like to play dangerous. Ponies and humans have similar organ systems, but they’re placed differently; remember this order.)
> You focus as you will her skull to take form, the formation similar to yours but slightly different in the mandible to reflect a more feminine structure. The spine and rest of the bones begin to form as the jelly separates into two legs, the heart and lungs now materializing in the chest region.
> Twi: “(I feel suddenly taller, and I’m really nervous without my eyes…)”
> Her mental image is shaking, trying to feel and understand the order of everything forming of her.
(Like I said, you’re going to be fine, just make sure to understand how everything goes. We’ll have to do this a few times until you get used to it. Remember that this usually takes months to learn, and only a few know how to do it right.)
> Her organ systems have formed alongside her skeleton, and for whatever reason you notice a bony obtrusion forming from her skull while the muscles finish building.
(Is that… a horn?)
> Twi: “(Hey, I’d feel weird if I didn’t have one!)”
(Whatever, your body.)
> Her eyes finally develop as the muscles finish and the nervous system cleans through, skin beginning to overlap where the work is done.
> Twi: “(I’m starting to get dizzy, I can’t breathe…)”
(You can now, just keep your eyes closed until the spell is done.)
> You hear a gasp of air, her lungs filling in with oxygen as she gives the satisfactory groan of life filling her.
> You wrap up the last of the spell as the skin is almost finished, hair growing and features being defined;
> Oh, oh wow. That’s right, she’s a female.
(Those are pretty nice. B cups, maybe?)
> Twi: “(Hm?)”
(FUCK, I forgot my thoughts travel through here!)
> Twi: “(What are ‘B cups’, Anon? Did something go wrong?)”
(No, no! You’re fine, Twilight.)
> With the spell finished, you cut off the spell and open your own eyes, seeing a human Twilight for the first time.
> Daaaaaaaamn.
Go ahead and open your eyes, Twilight. Congratulations, you just successfully learned how to transform.
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> It takes her a good few minutes to admire her new temporary body, analyzing each nook and cranny; back in your own human self, you’re chilling on the couch and enjoying every moment of this.
> She has her beautiful long hair still, the purple and pink highlights flowing elegantly; she has the proper build for a normal human girl, save the whole addition of the horn.
> Plus… she may or may not be entirely naked.
> Twi: “Anon, I did it, we did it! How do I look?!”
> Fucking hot, this is the first time you convinced a unicorn to turn into a human girl, and she has you wilier than a greased weasel in a tube sock.
You look just like an actual human, ignoring that horn of course.
> She strikes a pose of triumph, looking to the ceiling.
> Twi: “With Celestia (and Anon) as my witness, I am VICTORIOUS!”
> Spike randomly returns from his walk, and finds himself in the presence of Twilight’s bared backside;
> You might be hunched of the couch, recovering from nose bleed.
> That spell was totally worth it.
> The end.